One rule for me, another rule for my brother.

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This isn't favouritism or sibling rivalry in any shape or form, just a quick and long-winded rant about how one sibling HAS everything and the quiet sibling gets nothing. I am the latter, in case you were wondering.

Such is the case with me and my brother. He is 23 years old, doing a masters degree at uni in Leeds, spends an enormous time with his girlfriend as well as down the gym, goes out on trips to the cinema, has a job that he loathes (who doesn't?) and seemingly has the good genes passed on down to him.

As for myself, i'm 28, unattractive, miserable and unemployed while living off benefits in the same house as my brother. My day normally consists of me dragging my wretched carcass out of bed, feeding and walking the dogs (One of which belongs to my brother), tidying my brother's mess of half-eaten cereal bowls in the kitchen and generally keeping the house tidy, going for long walks, paying the monthly rent of 800 pounds, trying fruitlessly to find a job in the s**thole of a town down the road while the useless t**ts at the local council try to help me with getting back into work. I rarely socalise on most nights, unless it's a rare occasion.

I'm also up late and early to let my brother's dog out for a pee, which he treats as an absolute joke and just shrugs it off with disinterest. I also clean up his bowls of soup and tuna, plates of egg on toast that gets left to fester on the work top, same goes for the cleaning that i fork out money for when he can't be arsed to do it himself. This only makes me more and more stressed, sometimes i take out my frustrations on inanimate objects in my own time.


For example, last weekend my brother and his girlfriend are graciously given my dad's flash BMW to gallavant over to Norfolk to see my grandparents who have just moved back from France. I get lumped with my dad (53) and his girlfriend (43), as well as the latter's baby stepson, who i think hates my stinking rotten guts. Whenever my dad is in this kind of mood and playing happy families, i'm forced to fake a smile in a lame attempt to play along.

All this just increases my own self-loathing and cynicism, even when I try to defend myself in a argument. I basically get shouted down for standing up for myself, while he gets a minor telling off. Though i eventually calm down, I still think i get the short end of the stick where it comes to social skills. I turn 30 next year, which i am dreading.

This is why I cannot see any hope for the future for me, hence my need to drink in order to forget everything. I am sick and tired of being everyone's charity case, as well as being the nice guy. Any advice on how to get over this short state of self-loathing?